A doctors' surgery was delighted with a poem by Francis Burroughs (little known) that urged the waiting-room to think not of the body's malfunctions but of the miracle that it works at all. Our valiant independent bookshop filled two windows with our local laureate Gawain Douglas. The dogfood shop was besieged for copies of the New Zealand laureate Elizabeth Smither's poem "On the Euthanasia of a Pet Dog". Our wonderful fruit shop ("Everything local") put up Keats's "Ode to Autumn", and we allowed the manageress of Wyman's Electrical to keep Yeats's "When you are old and grey and full of sleep" because she had loved it all her life. The children who go to the ice-lolly shop in the afternoons liked Spike Milligan's "Things that go 'bump' in the night" so much that we let them keep it till Christmas. The art gallery owner fearlessly chose Anon's "Christ, if my love were in my arms / And I in my bed again!", which she hung on the outside wall and it stopped the traffic twice on Breezy Corner. A young man – all in black gear –came down Paradise Row, stopped outside the house with a sonnet by (local lad) Christopher Marlowe, "Whoever loved that loved not at first sight?", on the door and recited it aloud all through.